She followed me into low earth orbit
like some piece of space junk flotsam
her heart a black pitted chunk of cold stone
I found her in the cupped hands of an impact crater
like some sapphire fetus in an earthen womb
she sampled tracks through crooked teeth spitting
a garbled alien tongue, so that
I could not hear her when she said
I love you
so that the fluted whistling notes would distract her
and
she would forget how sad I made her
we tried on planets in the dressing room
like gods laughing
Saturn's rings snowflake ash so paper-thin
a moon could eventually dissolve into
shimmering glittering forgotten
stardust
if enough time passes
and no one hears
I love you.
TA
. The Poet's Beat .
Friday, April 7, 2023
Gods Left Unattended Crash
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